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 Posted: Thu Dec 23, 2010 8:27 am
 These lands were filled with so many worthless specimens that it was sicking to think that their numbers had gotten so large. Even her own kind had begun to breed and intermingle with the lesser heathens watering down the bloodlines and making them but half breeds completely unworthy of living. Half-breeds, while not truly worthy, could have their purposes for some time of course. A half Kalona who's hatred could be used for her own devises she would spare, for a time of course, use them to do her bidding and then when they no longer had a purpose they could be disposed of like all the others. Still even with using half breeds it would take a life time to rid the world of the weak blood that seemed to blanket these lands. Oh but it would all be worth it when Kalona ruled and had no other breeds to water down the bloodlines with.
This was her purpose, the only thing she truly lived for. And yet she was not fully content with this. No, what Alti needed was more full blood Kalona to rally to her cause. She had seen a few so far, but certainly the numbers of full bloods were astonishingly low. Still even if she could only find but a few worthy souls to help shape the world into this vision of perfection then all would be well. And so she began wandering the lands in search of those who would be worthy, those who she would use not only to set into motion the cleansing of the lands but also to help in creating new Kalona blood, so that future generations could continue her work.
At the moment she was talking through a meadow, she could have flown over it, but sometimes it was good to stretch ones legs. A mouse scurried across her path and she quickly lashed out with her left front hoof, flattening the poor creature. "You too are not worthy." Her gruff voice called out to the dead mouse, then she idly flicked it off of the path with her hoof before continuing to walk. Where are the worthy ones? Tail flicked as she moved along, eyes searching for anything that may lift her spirits and prove to her that not all Kalona had lost their minds and bred with the first thing they found.
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Posted: Sun Dec 26, 2010 8:35 pm
Great. Just great.
This was one of the first times he was on his own, though he was intelligent enough to know Maeryn couldn't be that far off. His mother never was, but she did encourage independance and strength. And Keiran had never been one to be tied to one spot anyway. He was ready to face the world, he was a kalona foal after all, and he was proud of that. There was no better race than his, though he had heard from his mother that their kind were slowly dying out.
The purity of the lineage was tainted. . . . He didn't necessarily understand all the details (for he was still very young) but he was smart enough to know that to be a pure kalona of untainted heritage was a blessing. Already proud, but not stupid, the ebony colt continued on his way.
"Stupid grasses . . . " He murmured to himself, finally managing to push his way through. Giving himself a small shake, allowing his whip like to tail to lash out angrily at the grasses, the small kalona's ears pricked when he heard a noise. A voice. His red eyes narrowed as he froze, trying to spot the source. . . . And a small look around proved what he had suspected - someone else was here!
And it was . . . not only an adult . . .but a kalona! Or so he guessed it was. She had long horns, longer even than Maeryn's, and possessed the typical leather wings. He wasn't far from his home territory, and already his wings flared a bit so as to make him look larger. "Who goes there?" He demanded, not at all afraid of the larger one though he knew he had to be careful. She could snatch him up in an instant if necessary. Still, he was fast, and the woodlands weren't too far of a bolt. If she took off to attack, he would run as fast as he could. His dark form would help him blend in with the woodlands and with lucky, he could survive.
Sometimes size and strength didn't always work in ones favor. . . .
His whip like tail thrashed a bit behind him, staring hard at the kalona female. He might be small, but he wasn't going to be afraid. He didn't approach, of course, and he kept his eyes suspiciously on her. She was a threat . . . all strangers had the potential to be. Kalona were more difficult to peg; while most lessers tried to kill and drive kalona off immediately, another kalona could go either way . . . Accept, or kill.
This was his first real stranger he'd ever met, of any race. He couldn't be too careful. . . . But he wanted to prove that he wasn't afraid. Cautious, certainly, but not afraid.
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